Aside from a few things I can’t talk about, and a few things I don’t want to talk about, there’s not much to say. I have a little money in the bank, my arm is nearly healed, and I have a job lined up for February. Things are good. No drama.
Which is probably why no one has been reading this blog lately. That, and the fact that everyone is busy on Facebook. I read a book once called “Written in my Soul — Conversations With Rock’s Greatest Songwriters” which, as the title suggests, is a series of interviews with songwriters about their “craft.” In it, both Elvis Costello and Tom Petty (others, too, I’m sure, but I can’t remember who) admitted to intentionally fucking up their personal lives, and the lives of those around them, in order to have things to write about — poking the muse in order to squeeze out a little inspiration. It might be worth it if you’re pumping out million dollar songs, but not really worth it for a blog so, as I said, not much to write about.
There’s always fiction.
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I think your friends would agree that for you, no news is good news.
No complaints from this reader.
write about the stupidest thing you ever did
I’m reading it! I read it though my RSS reader though – maybe if lots of ppl do that these days, the stats go down?
I love reading it! You always make nothing seem so interesting!
That doesn’t surprise me about Tom Petty for some reason.
Please. Enough drama already.
Facebook gives me gas. This has been one of my favorite blogs for a loooooooong time. So there, Pierre!
good grief who needs to mess with their personal life to get material. last year was like a brazilian soap opera. i spend my time online pretending i’m normal and not talking about most things. come on, give it up, the weirder the better. and talk back. ya.
i’m grouchy. ahem.
Boo on Farcebook – this place is a thousand times better! And you don’t hassle me with some digital crap like drinks and junk.